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Pull up Range Rover
Oscar de la Hoya
Made yo bitch sign a
Before she came over
Bitch come with a Texas ranger
Yea I feel like Sammy Sosa
Bitch I'm high maintenance
I feel like Casanova
I got a gambling problem
I lost 30 grand on da boat bruh
I'm on some shit you ain't seen before
Like a lion in the ocean
I swear to god that bitch can't suck dick
If she still wearing a choker
That nigga ain't no shooter
He had the nerve to buy a holster
I know some niggas
That'll broad daylight
And bust yo shit open
I know some niggas
That'll do yo taxes
And help you with yo mortgage
I'm in New Orleans
You liable
To catch me downbad on bourbon
I'm in the Middle East
I'm clutchin bad wearin a turbin
Them ain't no drug dealers
Them bois snitchin
They ain't workin
Yea that ho watching yo page
These hoes really be lurking
That shit ain't no coincidence
Mayne She did that shit on purpose
Nigga in Glen oaks want a zap
But bitch I'm all the way on Perkins
I'm leaning downbad
Hi tech got me swervin
Me and niggas back to back
Like we left the funeral service
Used to be broke
Now my nigga we ain't hurtin
Catch me in the mall
But bitch I ain't splurging
Like a old head
I ask a lotta questions
Before I make a purchase
That nigga over there standing in the corner
Yea that nigga making me nervous
Bitch mob nigga
Probably pull up in a pink excursion
Just so niggas won't copy what I'm doing
I might pull up in a droptop buick
Like Riff say
I den 3 three wheeled through the ancient ruins
Like pimp say
I got a pocket fulla stones
But nah bitch I ain't using
Like webbie say
I'm with 2 hoes and they crucial
Like carti say
Bitch I woke up with my toolie
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Kenny Mill$ - Intro (Yung Dood II) Lyrics
Kenny Mill$ - Intro (Yung Dood II) Lyrics
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Yung dood 2
Yung dood 2
Yung dood 2
Yung dood 2
Yung dood 2
Yung dood 2
Yung dood 2
Yung dood 2
Pull up Range Rover
Oscar de la Hoya
Made yo bitch sign a
Before she came over
Bitch come with a Texas ranger
Yea I feel like Sammy Sosa
Bitch I'm high maintenance
I feel like Casanova
I got a gambling problem
I lost 30 grand on da boat bruh
I'm on some shit you ain't seen before
Like a lion in the ocean
I swear to god that bitch can't suck dick
If she still wearing a choker
That nigga ain't no shooter
He had the nerve to buy a holster
I know some niggas
That'll broad daylight
And bust yo shit open
I know some niggas
That'll do yo taxes
And help you with yo mortgage
I'm in New Orleans
You liable
To catch me downbad on bourbon
I'm in the Middle East
I'm clutchin bad wearin a turbin
Them ain't no drug dealers
Them bois snitchin
They ain't workin
Yea that ho watching yo page
These hoes really be lurking
That shit ain't no coincidence
Mayne She did that shit on purpose
Nigga in Glen oaks want a zap
But bitch I'm all the way on Perkins
I'm leaning downbad
Hi tech got me swervin
Me and niggas back to back
Like we left the funeral service
Used to be broke
Now my nigga we ain't hurtin
Catch me in the mall
But bitch I ain't splurging
Like a old head
I ask a lotta questions
Before I make a purchase
That nigga over there standing in the corner
Yea that nigga making me nervous
Bitch mob nigga
Probably pull up in a pink excursion
Just so niggas won't copy what I'm doing
I might pull up in a droptop buick
Like Riff say
I den 3 three wheeled through the ancient ruins
Like pimp say
I got a pocket fulla stones
But nah bitch I ain't using
Like webbie say
I'm with 2 hoes and they crucial
Like carti say
Bitch I woke up with my toolie
Yung dood 2
Yung dood 2
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Yung dood 2
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Yung dood 2
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Yung dood 2
Yung dood 2
Pull up Range Rover
Oscar de la Hoya
Made yo bitch sign a
Before she came over
Bitch come with a Texas ranger
Yea I feel like Sammy Sosa
Bitch I'm high maintenance
I feel like Casanova
I got a gambling problem
I lost 30 grand on da boat bruh
I'm on some shit you ain't seen before
Like a lion in the ocean
I swear to god that bitch can't suck dick
If she still wearing a choker
That nigga ain't no shooter
He had the nerve to buy a holster
I know some niggas
That'll broad daylight
And bust yo shit open
I know some niggas
That'll do yo taxes
And help you with yo mortgage
I'm in New Orleans
You liable
To catch me downbad on bourbon
I'm in the Middle East
I'm clutchin bad wearin a turbin
Them ain't no drug dealers
Them bois snitchin
They ain't workin
Yea that ho watching yo page
These hoes really be lurking
That shit ain't no coincidence
Mayne She did that shit on purpose
Nigga in Glen oaks want a zap
But bitch I'm all the way on Perkins
I'm leaning downbad
Hi tech got me swervin
Me and niggas back to back
Like we left the funeral service
Used to be broke
Now my nigga we ain't hurtin
Catch me in the mall
But bitch I ain't splurging
Like a old head
I ask a lotta questions
Before I make a purchase
That nigga over there standing in the corner
Yea that nigga making me nervous
Bitch mob nigga
Probably pull up in a pink excursion
Just so niggas won't copy what I'm doing
I might pull up in a droptop buick
Like Riff say
I den 3 three wheeled through the ancient ruins
Like pimp say
I got a pocket fulla stones
But nah bitch I ain't using
Like webbie say
I'm with 2 hoes and they crucial
Like carti say
Bitch I woke up with my toolie
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Writer: Kenneth Mills
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